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338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
